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Chapter Two
He's losing it
Jacob POV
My arms sat crossed over my chest while watching Rosalie Hale walk around the old beat up Honda. She was in and out of the hood, grabbing tools and wiping sweat off her face. She had been working on the car for a good hour, drinking from her water bottle three times.
You're counting?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't trying to hide a boner right now.
Fuck! What the fuck was dad thinking?
Paul and Jared were hardly doing any work today, their eyes stuck on her ass in those nice jeans of hers. How would having a girl here, especially that girl, help us out?
Sam laughed and shook his head at the guys, he gave me a shrug before continuing to work on one of the new cars some business man had dropped off this morning.
I hadn't even noticed how much I had been watching her the last hour. When she came in this morning, Billy introduced her to the guys, we were all here today. She didn't really talk to me, just went right to work when she was finished with her paperwork in dad's office.
I stood taller and stiffened when she threw her long dark blonde hair up into a high pony, then bent over, picking something up. Of course, I would know the tool if I had actually been looking at what was in her hand, but my eyes were fixed on the black g-string sticking out the back of her jeans.
I heard Paul smack Jared across the chest loudly and quickly turned to them. They were staring too.
Rich girly girl knew. She knew what she was doing. She very clearly liked attention from men. She gave them flirty fucking smiles every once in awhile, making my teeth grind down with force.
Again; what the fuck was the old man thinking? He was slowly losing his mind.
I threw the spanner that was in my hand into my tool box, taking long strides to Crazy Man's office.
I threw the door open and Dad looked at me. He had papers in his hand and a coffee in the other.
"What is it?" he asked, looking back down at the papers and sipping from the mug I had gotten him for Father's Day, probably seven years ago.
"Seriously, old man, hear me out. I'm a lot younger than you, my mind is sharper than yours," I informed.
An amused smile crossed his features as he looked back over at me, putting the papers and coffee down, giving me his attention.
"Okay," I spoke calmly now, closing the door behind myself and coming to sit in the chair across his desk, "You do know the girl out there fixing that unfixable Honda is Alexander Hale's daughter, his only daughter, fuck, his only child. Period!?" I didn't realize how frustrated I was until just now.
Damn, I want to fight someone!
"Yes, I'm aware that Rosalie is out there. Is there anything else, Jake?"
How could he act so coolly about this whole thing?
He's losing it, remember?
"Dad, listen... Her father will have a fit when he finds out about this? You really think guys like him let their daughter work, fixing cars, for some old dude from the Rez?" I question, hoping to god he'd see reason.
"Her personal and family life are none of my business, or yours for that matter. I'm letting her prove herself, if this is what she really wants, she'll fix that fixable Honda and I'll hire her, because, quite honestly, I need a new mechanic and she seems determined to make her way in the world," Dad explained.
I ran my hand over my face, quickly backing up when I noticed my hands were dirty then wiped them against my jeans.
"It's like you didn't hear a word I said," I sighed with frustration and sunk down lower into the chair.
"I heard you, son. But you hear me; no one should stand in the way of another person being themselves. Besides, she's fixing that old thing for free, she deserves a chance,"
I shook my head and stood back up without a word. Maybe I was being childish, but hell, he was being a dumb ass!
I exited his office and took my time walking back out into the shop. Dad had owned this place for eighteen years, since I was just two, if anything happened because of that Hale girl out there, I'd fucking lose it. I'd lose it worse than Dad already had.
The guys were still watching Rosalie as she worked; her tight white tank top had ridden further up her toned flat stomach, exposing her milky white skin.
Women did not belong here, they were a distraction.
Fucking obviously!
"Hey!" I yelled and got the guys attention, "How about you do some work today, huh?" I asked.
Sam chuckled and looked at us from under the hood of the car he was working on before going to get a drink from the fridge. Sam was married to Emily and expecting his first child with her, he didn't look at other women.
Jared mumbled something about me being a dick head before going to work on the oil changes for the day. Paul made his way out to the parking lot, for god knows what reason and I made my way to the front desk to answer the phone.
We needed someone to keep all the files in order and to answer the fucking phones, bad! I hated this shit. I was no good at customer service.
I finally got off the phone with the dumbest woman on earth and slammed it down.
Why couldn't Rosalie want a nice normal job, a clean job, behind the desk where she could wear her expressive dresses and designer... whatever.
She wouldn't be so interesting if she was behind the desk in nice clean clothes, now would she?
No... Fuck...
I had never seen someone look so fuckable while working on an engine.
Of course I found her attractive. She was the rich white girl and I was the dark kid from across the tracks. It was all very predictable. It had happened time and time again, and never ended well.
Plus, it didn't help that she actually was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, in person and on screen. Models and actresses couldn't hold a candle to her. It was plain odd that someone that eye catching was in a shit hole like this.
I noticed her incredibly light brown eyes staring me down again. She really liked doing that. The girl was kinda scary come to think of it. She crooked an eyebrow, asking what I was looking at without speaking the actual words.
Now that the guys were all off doing their work, I made my way over. I still didn't agree with Dad, and I was still kinda pissed, but she was a fiery one and it already excited me to get her all irritated.
Lord knows she did the same to me.
"Break a nail yet?" I asked, not getting an answer...
"You need help?" I asked, trying again, sounding like a smart ass of course. But I knew this stuff, I knew this stuff better than anything.
"Does it look like I need help?" She raised an eyebrow and the look she gave told me how stupid she thought I was.
I couldn't help it, I smirked.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing," I shook my head and leaned down to see what she had done.
Hum, not bad...
"You almost ready to give up?" I asked, smirking more.
Maybe after she didn't get the job, I'd work on getting some of that fine ass.
Fine ass? She doesn't seem like she gives it up without a fight.
I'm up for it... Oh, yeah... So up for it.
"What?" Her hands came to her hips, "I'm almost done, you asshole." She huffed and blew the loose stands of hair from her face.
I stood back up, straightening up so my height overpowered her, "Yeah, you almost are..." I was about to go on, but the damn phone rang again.
"Go fetch," She gave me a fake smile and held her head high.
I suddenly didn't feel so mighty anymore. I stormed to the phone and away from her.
"Black Mechanics," I answered, seeing Rosalie was back to work again.
I took the call, and by the time I was done, Dad was standing with Rosalie and the Honda at hand.
They were looking it over. Rosalie started it up proudly, smiling for real this time, her eyes sparkling even across the dusty dim room.
I didn't have to hear their conversation to know Dad had just given her the job.
Big fucking mistake.
But at least work would be more interesting now, right?
Sure.
I sunk into the seat behind the front desk as Rosalie gave me a smug smile, white teeth showing and all.
Dad talked to her for another minute before going out front.
Rosalie walked over.
"You look good behind that desk... Maybe I'll take your spot on the floor and you can answer phones." She could no doubt tell I hated answering the phone.
"Yeah," I nodded, "that's what's gonna happen," I said sarcastically. "I give you two weeks, tops," I challenged.
"Wanna bet?"
"Like I have something you want." I snorted. Her father probably gave her anything she asked for. I had nothing to offer... Well, maybe not nothing.
Such a one track mind.
"True." She shrugged, taking her hair out of the ponytail and letting it fall around her shoulders, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, unless you become ill overnight or something. I can only hope, right?"
Evil.
That's what she was. Evil wrapped up in a five foot something, skinny white girl.
Hold up now; she's not exactly skinny... the ass and... Christ the rack.
Is all we're doing today inner monologue?
I nodded, "If you ask daddy nicely I'm sure he'll find a way to fulfill your wish,"
She gave me another icy stare before shaking her head at me.
"Whatever... I need a shower. Later." Her hips swayed as she walked to the lockers and took her keys, purse and cell phone out.
She slid the cell into her back pocket and continued to sway what her mama gave her on the way out.
I could hear her speaking to the guys before she was finally gone for the day.
It suddenly felt real empty in here, so I went to join the guys who were having lunch out front.
We talked about the game this weekend while we ate, thoughts of blondie never leaving my mind for very long.
And then there she was again, carrying cake and making all the guys fall even deeper in love with her.
She ignored me as she informed them of the truffle filling and ganache icing, and then finally left for good now. Apparently it was to say thank you to Billy for the chance and the job.
Everyone dug into the cake before continuing the rest of the work for the day. Things went quicker now that Rosalie wasn't here. No one listened to me, no one agreed that having her here was a bad idea. But to me it was fucking clear as day.
Later that night, I made Dad and I sandwiches for dinner. Mom had died when I was too young to even remember and neither of us had learned to cook any proper food in that long time. I guessed we were both just too lazy to. Sometimes it was frozen dinners, sometimes we got invited to a friend's house, sometimes takeout, and sometimes, like tonight, it was sandwiches.
We ate in silence, with the television on, but the silence on my part was because he refused to listen to reason about how stupid he was being with hiring blondie.
As soon as I was done eating, I left the house. I needed to clear my head, and only a good run could help me do that. I ran down to the beach and then along the sand. I had been doing this for as long as I could remember.
Dad and I lived in La Push, even though he owned the business in Forks. His reasoning was that we'd get more clients by having the shop in Forks, and he was right. But, he also refused to move off the reservation. We were a part of the Quileute Tribe, and this was our home. That would never change, at least for him. I wasn't sure where my life would lead me. I was only twenty, I didn't make long term decisions yet.
I could go on running forever, but the sun had set and I'd have to shower and work on my baby before getting some rest for tomorrow.
So I ran back home and took a shower. Our house was small and cramped and I felt like I was only getting bigger. It was hard to actually feel relaxed under the hot water in such a small place.
Yeah, I hate this place.
I made my way out into my somewhat larger garage out back. My 1970 Chevy Camaro z-28 was waiting. I had gotten her at the junkyard a couple of years back for a little over a thousand bucks and had been working on it ever since. I was friends with the owner of the junkyard and he let take things for nothing sometimes, or dirt cheap. Needless to say; she was coming along nicely.
I grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and worked on my car 'til sleep wanted to kick in. I washed my hands and dropped down onto the bed that had been too small for me for over five years now and quickly fell asleep.
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The garage was dimly lit and humid as I walked into it, a smile coming across my face when I saw a nice view of the most perfect ass in existence bent over my car. The girl was in short shorts and some high heels that looked like she might break her ankle if she moved.
That's fine, don't move. Stay bent over, just like that.
"Stop staring at my ass, you asshole!" she yelled.
Oh, great. Miss I've-got-a-stick-up-my-ass.
Rosalie stood up and turned to me, giving an equally nice view of her breasts in that ripped up white tank top of hers.
Was she even fucking wearing a bra?
Oh, fuck!
"Dude, this engine looks like shit. What have you been doing in here? Jerking off?" she asked, flipping her long hair back and leaning against the car.
I walked over, fucking pissed now!
She crossed her arms, pressing her breasts together and making my eyes lock on them. When I was nose to nose with her, she continued to stare. I reached behind her and slammed the hood shut, pressing her into the car harder with my free hand.
She gasped and tried to push me away, but of course I was stronger. She liked to act tough, but she wasn't. She was gentle and soft... and beautiful.
"Are you gonna fuck me or just stare me down all night?" She asked when the pushing had stopped and her small hands had a tight grip of the front of my T-shirt, "Or am I gonna have to fuck you and teach you a thing or two, little boy?" She smirked, evilly.
I grabbed her wrists with her hands still on my chest and squeezed kinda hard. I could tell she was trying to not make it obvious that she was in a little pain because of me.
"No, I'm gonna teach you how to keep your dirty mouth shut for a change." I told her calmly, a smirk coming to play across my face when I saw the sparkle in her light eyes.
I pushed her hands down to my throbbing erection, letting her wrists go when I was sure she was working on the zipper of my jeans.
She finally gave me a smirk before dropping to her knees.
Oh, dear lord in...
FUCK!
My eyes opened, adjusting to the bright morning light coming in through my window.
Why, why, why did I have to wake up now?
I slammed both my fists into the mattress below me, looking down and seeing the tent my erection had formed with my blanket.
And now I had to go and try to fight more of these off all day while she pranced around the shop.
Fuck my life!
Author's Note: So evil of me, right? Please review and let me know what you thought.
